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The football players all ran as fast as they could, doing laps, drills, exercises, running into mills, altogether training for the up-coming season. The day was unusually hot, the sun making a suprise appearance from the clouds to beat down on the players while they worked, sparing none from the oven-like heat that it radiated. The humidity from the recent rain caused all those playing to be absolutely drenched in sweat, no matter how fast the sun forced the humidity to dissipate.

Finally, as the coach blew a whistle, the players all stopped and rushed for the air conditioned cool of the lockers and changing room. There wasn't even a final hustle and cheer; the last thing anyone wanted to do was get close to the other hot, sweaty players in a large pile-up. A collective of sighs rose in the room as they all entered, eagerly stripping off their clothes and letting the air cool their bodies, a few heading to the showers to rid themselves of the sweat-created stench of B.O.

Every player was inside the locker room with the exception of Valquez, the small dragon. Valquez wasn't actually small, but compared to the larger wolves, bears, and other players on the team he looked like a shrimp. Of course, that was how he won many times; who would actually take care around a tiny golden dragon zipping past when there was a giant boulder-like bear quarterback charging straight at you?

Valquez waited outside, running across the field as if to get something as everyone else entered the locker rooms. Murmuring under his breath for them to hurry up, he waited at the other end of the field for the last players to move past the open door. Finally, as he bent over pretending to pick up a forgotten item, he watched in between his legs as the coach, Haplin, walked inside. Generally the coach was supposed to be the last one into the locker rooms, but with this heat he contented himself with watching the dragon to make sure the player wasn't doing anything bad for a moment. Soon the behemoth of a bull had his back to the field and was walking inside, leaving Valquez out alone.

Valquez had been planning this for weeks now, too anxious to wait any longer on acting out his plan. Over the past two weeks he had been timing how long it took the team to change and exit, how many calls and papers the coach had to do before he was allowed to have his shower and then leave, what time he usually left, any and all variables that would interact with how much time he and his coach would have alone together. Technically he only needed a few minutes, but he was anxious, and he wanted to make sure that his plan worked right from the start.

He had to wait a little longer before he moved in; he would start back across the field when the first player emerged from the locker rooms to go home.

Haplin finished trying to spot out the dragon's rear from across the field and then turned back towards the lockers. His eyes weren't what they used to be. Next time he would have to place the dragon closer to the lockers before the end of practice. Watching his favorite player's rump one the way in had become a ritual for him, and one he looked forward to at the end of every practice. Not that he would admit it, of course- the thought of what could come if that came out gave him goose-bumps despite the humid oven-like heat.

He began thinking of the best place to put Valquez to look at him most as the cool air of the locker rooms hit him. Both the comfortable dry air swirling around him and the thought of the dragon player's tight football wear isntantly had him in a good mood, putting a smile on his face as he walked through and began his usual speech to the players at the end of practice.

"Alright guys, listen up!" He growled loudly enough for those in the showers to hear. Soon he heard the squeal of faucets turning and there was silence throughout the room; the players knew what came of ignoring their coach talking.

"We had a great practice today," He continued, his voice easily ringing out around the players. "I want y'all to get good food at your house, and good sleep for the next training. I want you all to be in the best shape for any games we play. I don't feel I need to knock on any wood as it is when I say we'll kick their asses," A few players 'whooped' loudly and cheered. "but you never know what that other team is doing or how they're gonna do it. So work hard, I'll see you next week."

As the showers started up, so did the commotion as the newly refreshed players began joking and clothing themselves. Brown Pete, the moose quarterback, was already finished and on his way out as usual, giving the coach a wave and nod before opening up the door to the hot out-doors.

Haplin made his way past the showers to his office, closing the door behind him and beginning the few packets of paperwork needed. A few nerds that thought they could be part of the team, even though all the spots were taken and try-outs were two weeks past now. Redirected to tennis, and Haplin practiced his speech that would subtly tell them that they just weren't big enough to face down a charging elephant, like the one from Socastee High.

Valquez watched Pete leave the lockers and started hustling across the field to the cool air of the locker rooms. Already more of the team were coming out and making their way to their rides home, a few of them seeming to struggle between rushing out of the heat and moving slowly to keep from regaining their body odor.

As he pushed open the door and entered the rooms, he noted that there were very few of the team left inside. Apparently the coach had already given his speech; something that Valquez wasn't expecting, but it would give him more time with his plan.

Still, there were a few team-mates that were changing and cleaning, and it would look odd if he just stood there in his dirty clothes and let himself fester. He moved to the left side of the room, heading to the secretary's office, and decided to get the fat panda assisstant out of the way before he moved on to capture his coach.

The secretary was an annoyance. The large, fat panda had the same hours as the coach, was in pretty much the same room as Haplin, and often communicated with the bull. He was the perfect dent in Valquez's plans. After a long time of planning and thinking, Valquez had decided to simply include the secretary in his actions.

He was in front of the secretaries office at that moment, his hand on the handle as he steeled himself for the first real tricky part of his plan. Research beforehand had shown him that this would be the best time to take care of the panda- the secretary had already delt with all of the messages left in the morning, and everyone was still waiting for their children to get home. There were no calls or work for the next thirty minutes to an hour.

The door slid open smoothly, the hinges not squeaking as he pushed it open. The panda- Valquez had never taken the time to learn the other's name -was on his cell-phone. With one finger raised up, telling Valquez to wait a moment, the secretary finished his call.

"Yea, yea, I hope you have a good time! Listen I've got to go, I'll call you later on tonight, okay? Bye." He hit the end call button on his phone and turned to face Valquez. The dragon closed the door softly, making sure that it wouldn't accidentally open while he was busy, and then made his way to the panda.

"Hello Valquez." The panda chimed as he came closer, putting down some finished papers and preparing for the short brake of work for the next few minutes. "Is there something you need?"

Coach Haplin finished organizing things in his desk, listening to the sounds of his players as they washed and changed. Everything happened as it usually did, they talked about the weather, the game. He heard some raunchy jokes, but didn't chase after them- they were high schoolers, on the football team, and they had just had a long day of practice. They wouldn't be emotionally destabilized by a few inappropriate comments.

Finally he heard the last of them leave, the door closing shut with a loud clang. With a quick check out of his office window he turned off the lights and locked the door, stepping into the cool changing room and getting undressed for his usual shower.

Luckily for him there was still hot water left- the boys had only used cold water to cool off from the intense heat of the afternoon sun. He began his usual routine of washing his underarms, belly, around the horns, making sure that every part of his body was clean.

He was in the middle of contentedly scrubbing his ears when he heard a door open. Turning to see who it was, he found Valquez walking up and into the room, stripping off his clothes quietly and setting them aside. Almost instantly he smelled Valquez's scent, the dragon having not cleaned himself yet. The heavy musk of B.O. filled the room and soaked into anything that didn't have a protective layer of soap over it, causing Haplin to look away quickly; he didn't wait for the kids to all leave before he took his shower only because most of the stalls were taken.

With no words spoken the dark orange scaled dragon walked into the shower area and picked a faucet close to the coach, letting the water heat up before stepping in and beginning to clean his scales. Haplin had to look away again and dig his nails into his skin, trying to think about anything other than the naked dragon cleaning off right beside him.

"You took your time to come take a shower." He started while still washing himself, looking at everything around the dragon so intently it was obvious he was trying to avoid the student. "Why'd you stay out longer? All the team came runnin' inside the instant practice was over- even Doyle hadn't stopped for the group hustle."

Valquez noted the time carefully. This was his chance, he only had a brief moment of time when he could make his move, but he didn't want to finish everything just yet. His nerves kept convincing him to take one extra second before making his move. He turned his body towards coach's, eyeing Haplin's body and frame as the bear washed.

"I had to do some stuff with the secretary." A small smile came to his face as he imagined the fat panda running ten laps around the quarter mile loop, sweating and huffing humorously as he had a true workout for once. Luckily the coach had concentrated on him too much to notice his assisstant sneak out.

"Ah." The coach replied, turning towards Valquez to wash his armpits again. He often needed multiple washes there, the heat and exercise making the stench almost part of the skin.

When Valquez's eyes rested on Haplin's crotch he knew it was time. Looking at his coach's meat always made Valquez want Haplin, and looking at it now reminded him of why he was going through with his plan.

He turned sideways, pretending to continue washing himself, but allowed a blast of the shower water to get into his eye. Instantly he cried out, his hands going straight to his face, and he back up out of the water stream and moved towards the coach. The trap was set.

"Hey!" Coach cried out as he saw the dragon lurch from the stream holding his hand over his brow. "You okay?" His private thoughts of Valquez forgotten, or rather put away for another time, Haplin put his soap down and tried to catch up with the writhing dragon.

Valquez was not a normal dragon. Although most dragons were normal, like any other creatures, a few dragons were born with a blessing. Some dragons were known to have forms of magic, although most considered those urban myths. A few others were gifted with enormous strength and endurance. Valquez was one of a lucky few, born with the power to change and turn other's minds just by looking them in the eye. It was a well kept secret, not even his sisters knew, and it wasn't one that he used often, but to get his way with the coach he was willing to try everything.

It was this power he used now, when the coach moved up and looked into his eyes to see if anything was wrong. Valquez didn't know what other's saw when he hypnotised them, but he put that look on now and noted with satisfaction that the coach instantly froze, his eyes wide and staring.

"Sit down." He ordered sternly, the visage of an injured helpless teenager evaporating quickly. His hand rose up and grabbed onto Haplin's snout, forcing the other to keep eye contact as the big bull immediately dropped and fell onto his bare bottom.

Valquez kept his demeanor calm and stern, but inside he was feeling like a firecracker. It was actually working! Soon he would have coach all to himself, the big bull he had always dreamed of at night, the kind of dreams that made him race home right after school to wash his sheets before his parents got back from work. His heart was racing and the sight of the coach's naked body right in front of him was a deadly distraction, but he forced himself to continue looking into Haplin's eyes.

"Nothing is wrong with my eye," He began, struggling to keep his eyes locked on the bull's. The look only went so far....he had to wrestle with Haplin's mind to keep his coach from waking up. "Relax, let everything float by you..." His words almost became a hiss as he tried harder, finally feeling something in the coach click. Haplin relaxed easily now, his breath coming out in a long sigh and his mind turning from a brick wall to a....a mush was all that Valquez could describe it as, something easier to get into and mess around in.

Valquez started looking around, going through memories and thoughts the big bull had in his mind. He floated past images of parties and classrooms, seeing a young-ish looking well formed bull everywhere that Haplin looked in a mirror, despite the time or age. He supposed that was how Haplin saw himself.

He waded into everything he could find, looking through his crush's eyes whenever he was denied by a girl, or looked at someone that interested him. Gradually, the more he delved into this area of his coach's mind, the harder it became to move forward.

Finally he grew to a halt, feeling himself unable to move forward. It was like he was being blocked out of this area of the bull's mind. Startled, he began pushing harder, trying to break through and calm the other at the same time.

It ended when he suddenly pushed through the block, his mind assaulted with images of jocks in the locker room. Haplin had been staring at the team's rears for a while! Valquez was in shock as he watched all the images and pictures of ass the coach had kept locked away.

The biggest suprise, however, was when he noticed a golden rear bending over, a large tail obscuring the crevice in between the cheeks. Haplin had stared at Valquez ever since the dragon had joined the football team! There were tons of images and memories that he could see, times when he had bent down to tie his shoes while the coach was behind him, the most recent one was of Valquez leaning over across the field! "....you want me......" Valquez whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.

"You want me." Valquez repeated, staring straight into Haplin's eyes, understanding how much Haplin had restrained himself for so long. "And I wand you..."

He decided to change the subject, to prepare Haplin more for what was coming. Not because he might get too focused on how much his coach actually loved him back. Not at all.

"Coach Haplin." He began, "You are very beautiful." The hand that wasn't holding Haplin's face straight moved and began rubbing the coach's pecs and abs, feeling the other up. Haplin, for his part, barely noticed, enticed by whatever magic he was seeing in the golden dragon's eyes. "Do you have a girl friend? Boy friend?"

Valquez knew the answer already, having spent so much time studying everything else about his coach it was nearly impossible for him to miss that fact that no one else lived in his house, and that he rarely saw anyone to a date. He just wanted to hear Haplin say the words to him, to make sure that there wasn't anyone else that would notice anything different about him.

"Did you ever have a girl friend?" He asked. Haplin shook his head. "Why?"

"I was too forward, and too stubborn. I came close a few times, but they always went away before there was a chance to come close."

Valquez nodded, his hand continuing to rub Haplin's body. It slowly moved down towards the coach's waist, rubbing the area just above the bull's heavy meat. Valquez had never truly gotten a good look at it, and he had to fight the strong urge to tilt his head down and appreciate what was in between his crush's legs.

"Do you find any men attractive?" He asked next, moving in a bit closer. Haplin nodded, but did not add anything to it. "I'm pretty attractive." He continued, "I'm sure you get hot by looking at me. Do you remember how hot I looked in the shower, seeing me naked? All of the other times, watching me stretch and flex with the others." He could practically watch as the coach remembered all of the times he had seen the dragon naked. His hand brushed against Haplin's genitals, and he noted with satisfaction that the coach's member was beginning to harden.

"So we both know I make you hot, but I want to hear you say it..." Valquez said, leaning in a bit more to keep the other focused on his eyes. "Tell me how you feel when you see me naked." He commanded.

Haplin gulped once and then immediately began talking. "You make me hot..." He began. "Everytime I see your belly scales and your tail I want to kneel down in front of you..." Valquez smiled at the words. "I never know truly if I want to make you moan or make you squeal....everytime you lean over I just...." The rest of his words in the sentence became strong mumbles, things that didn't need to be understood for Valquez to blush. He prepared to say his next command, but before he could begin he was interupted as Haplin continued. "And such beautiful eyes...when I look into them, I swear I can see myself happy..."

Valquez had no idea what to make of that. Was that what people who were being hypnotized saw, or was he simply looking at his own reflection? His eyes were beginning to itch and dry out; he had to hurry up and finish this quickly.

His hand wrapped around Haplin's shaft, stroking it quickly. This was the moment that Haplin would be broken, would become Valquez's slave.

"When you cum, your dreams and wishes with me will come true. As a sign of your slavery to me, mentally and physically, you will accept my pleasure." Haplin began to pant, reciting the words being said by Valquez and replacing the 'you's with 'I's. Valquez smiled; it was working. "You will cum for me when I say so, do whatever I say exactly as I say it." Haplin's body began to shake with the oncoming pleasure. "You will be mine to control, you my slave, I your master." Valquez could feel the pole in his hand begin to jerk rythmically.

"With this, you become mine completely!"

Coach Haplin immediately moaned loudly, his erection erupting with seed that drenched both Valquez's and his own chest. Some of it even hit the dragon's chin, a tongue snaking from Valquez's mouth to lick up the substance. The bull's body shook in tremors, overexerting itself and causing Haplin to take deep panting breaths.

After a moment it calmed down, leaving both of them sitting down on the ground panting. Valquez gulped audibly and leaned forward, staring directly into his slave-to-be's eyes. He saw nothing but relaxation, the normal look for people who have been hypnotized. He let go of Haplin's face, and watched as the coach's head stayed stock still. For the final test, he closed his eyes and then opened them again. Nothing had changed.

A smile crept across Valquez's face, wide and long. He immediately stood up and jumped into the air, giving a successful yelp before looking back at the coach's sitting form. As a reward for himself, he looked between the other's legs, seeing the big piece of flesh that he had always wanted to get a good look at. Although Haplin was only half hard, the member was still giant, a thick, long pole that hung limp over the bull's right leg, occasionally still giving a slight twitch.

His erection stood up and pulsed, just looking at his new slave's package was intoxicating for him.

Noticing that Haplin was still covered in spunk, Valquez reached down and asserted his dominance, grabbing his slave by the horns and wrestling the complacent bull into the still running shower. The still hot water ran down both of their bodies, washing off all of the cum and fluids that Valquez's new slave had released. Valquez began to wash the other off and rub him down, but then realized that he was washing off his slave, something that he shouldn't have to do.

"Clean yourself." He commanded to the bull, watching as his slave immediately jumped onto his hooves and began rubbing himself loose of all the grime still on his body. He walked around Haplin while the other washed, licking his lips and touching himself as he got an up close look at the well toned body of the coach. When his slave moved his hands down and began cleaning his cock and balls off Valquez stood right in front of him and reached down to help, loving that he could touch something so forbidden in such a public area.

Finally Haplin had finished cleaning his large muscular body. Valquez smiled and leaned back into the stream.

"Clean me, pet." He ordered confidently, watching as the intimidating bull stepped forward and roughly began scrubbing his scales.

"Gently." He added. Soon Haplin's strong hands were simply brushing at his body, exploring it and rubbing him all over. Valquez cooed at the other's touch, giggling and sighing when his slave's hands went to work over a sensitive part of his body.

The dragon became more and more excited as the washing continued, waiting for his slave to begin rubbing his cock. His breathing quickened as Haplin's paws came close a few times, seemingly teasing him, but they always moved away at the last moment before touching him. Slowly, but with knowledge, the large bull hands roamed down his abs, crawling past his private area without even a touch, and began scrubbing down his legs. Valquez was annoyed, but needed a good wash anyway and his slave's hands felt very good massaging his leg muscles.

Slowly the coach went down to his feet, rubbing his hands over the top and spending a longer period to clean them.

Valquez giggled at the sensations, lifting his feet one at a time to allow the other to clean. He watched as Haplin rubbed and squeezed his soles, leaning in to make sure that he cleaned in between each toe, and then suddenly shoved his feet into the other's face.

"Suck it." Valquez ordered, watching as the large bull followed his orders immediately and opened his mouth. Half of the dragon's pseudo-dirty footpaw dissappeared into the other's maw, the new suckling causing Valquez to wiggle his toes. He felt his slave's tongue begin to rub and lick along his paw, cleaning his soles and tickling him more. The thick bovine tongue wiggled under his foot as Haplin tried to suck with the dragon's foot constantly in motion, causing slurping sounds to emanate every few seconds. Valquez pushed his foot in deeper, then withdrew it, pumping his foot into the bull's mouth and grinding his sole into the other's tongue.

The golden dragon gave a deep sigh as he felt the bull's tongue slip in between his toes, spreading them apart and slicking them up with saliva. He looked sideways to see the bulge of his foot against Haplin's cheek. He allowed the other to continue suckling on his foot before pulling it out and setting it on the ground, lifting up the other and bringing it to Haplin's mouth.

Without having been washed, this paw was still very much grimy and sweaty, the dirt and musk of having rough practice for an entire evening while wearing socks and shoes in the dead heat of summer having dirtied his feet very much. Almost immediately he could see the difference in his new slave, the bull gagging a bit as the taste of Valquez's sweaty feet invaded his mouth.

"Lick it, clean them up." Valquez said, feeling the bull's tongue begin to swish and slide around his paw again. He could feel the grime as it was rolled off his paw, Haplin's head tilting to get a better angle to lick the dragon's clawed paws clean.

The cleaning went much the same as with the last foot from there, Valquez tilting his head back with a sigh and letting the other go at his own pace. Eventually the second paw was clean as well, the bull's tongue beginning to tire out and get weak from all of the use, and Valquez was brought back to reality.

The shower water had grown cold over the time spent, so he stepped out of the stream and turned the faucet off. Without the sound of his moans, the slurping of Haplin sucking on his feet, and the splashing of shower water, the entire locker room suddenly grew silent. Valquez walked over to the pile of his clothes and took out his phone, checking the time. 6:45 PM. All of the school will have left by now...He and his new slave were all alone to do as he wished.

Just as the smile came over his face the door opened with a loud crack, sending him jumping in fright. In through the door came a fat panda, huffing heavily as if he was about to have a heart attack. Valquez huffed a sigh of release, feeling anger begin to rise up inside of him. This panda had been nothing but trouble, getting in his way and forcing him to take time to hypnotise him, and now startling him when he was contented.

His thoughts returned to his slave, and he looked at the other. Haplin was still bent down, kneeling on the floor in the shower stall. The coach looked like a monster, horns pointed forward and every breath causing the muscles of his body to ripple and stretch out intimidatingly. It only took half a second for Valquez to connect the dots.

"Take him!" He shouted out angrily, pointing at the panda with one of his claws. Almost immedately he heard a huff, the click of claws against the solid floor as Haplin charged the exhausted fat bear.

Only a second later there was a second slam, this one of the Haplin and his victim slamming into a wall. The big bull had rammed into the bear, carrying him into the wall and then completely picking the other up. Valquez was amazed at the strength Haplin showed, lifting the panda up into the air as if the overweight bear was an annoying bag of trash. He watched as his slave hefted the squirming panda over his shoulders, carrying him as he walked up to the dragon and then kneeled before Valquez.

Valquez didn't know what to do with the bear, but he had an idea of what he wanted to see. Within moments he had made his way back to the door and locked it, ensuring that there would be no more interruptions for the rest of the time he was with the others. He turned around and looked at the bear and bull holding him, both silent and waiting for an order.

He motioned for the coach to put down the panda with a flick of his hand, repeating the gesture a few more times when his bull didn't drop the other.

"Just put him down!" He said, watching as Haplin immediately set the fat panda on the ground.

He stared at the both of them. 'They only react to my voice?' He thought to himself. 'I have to find something to fix this...' He sighed and looked at the coach's muscular body. '...Maybe tommorrow.'

"Alright...alright, alright." He said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "You." He said, pointing at Haplin. "Coach. Strip him down." He turned away before he could see the panda's clothes jerked off of his body, walking over and moving to the pile of clothes Haplin had worn when training with the team. Searching through the cloth, he found what he was searching for: The still wet and sweaty underwear that coach had worn all day in the summer heat.

Giving a sniff of it, Valquez almost gagged. He moved it away from his face with a grimace and turned to move towards his new slaves, noting with wonder that the panda was back in Haplin's arms, the bull giving the panda a big bear hug from behind that the other was trapped in. His snout curled into a smile as he moved closer, walking in front of the fat panda and looking into his eyes for a moment before he moved on to the other pile of clothes and fished out the panda's still warm underwear.

With his erection growing back quickly, he walked back to the fat bear and shoved the panda's underwear into his mouth, hearing the other gag by reflex and shoving it in further. When all of the clothing was stuffed into the panda's maw he took Haplin's boxers and stretched them out over the Panda's head, securing the other underwear inside the other's mouth.

He backed up and looked at his work, seeing the panda held from behind, gagging and shaking as every breath and sense was filled with the musk and sweat of a hard workout. Travelling around the pair to look at the rear of Haplin, he rubbed his erection until it pulsed with each heartbeat and prepared for his fun.

"Fuck him." He ordered calmly, watching the bull's hips slowly move upward and around, searching for the hole to plunge into. His hand went to Haplin's hips, guiding the giant blunt tip of the bull's member to the tight panda's hole. Just before the bull could thrust in, however, Valquez put his hand in between their bodies, stopping them with a command and physical assertion.

"New order." He said, kneeling down to view the scene before him. Haplin's erection was longer than he would have guessed- even after seeing how big it was flaccid beforehand. It was so long that Haplin's hips were far enough away from the panda's that Valquez could have easily put his snout between them and licked the bull's cock, a thought that tempted him for a moment before he shook his head and decided to get into the main course already. They were both ready, only being held back by their need for his order to begin.

"Fuck him, hard."

Valquez removed his hand from the bull's hips and watched with glee as Haplin immediately jabbed forward with his hips, his cock instantly sinking deep into the panda's depths. The overweight bear grunted, Valquez could tell the other would have been screaming if not for the hypnotism placed over him. Haplin didn't show any reaction other than annoyance, immediately pulling back and slamming in again hard, as if the bull was angry that the probably virgin panda couldn't take a cock the size of a fist jabbing into him without lube. The next thrust sunk another few inches into the panda, and the next on a few more, until finally their hips began to slap together with a loud smack on each thrust.

Valquez could barely believe that this was happening- and that he had caused and ordered it! He almost drooled at the sight of the two hips colliding right in front of him, he could get a clear view of the thick bull meat pushing through the bear's hole. His own member began to pulse with his hand, and before he could even think to stop masturbating his balls jerked up to his body and he moaned loudly, releasing his seed all over Haplin's hooves. The bull didn't notice at all, singlemindedly pumping into the panda fast and hard.

The golden dragon's moan did have an impact, however, Haplin's ears giving a slight twitch before the bull suddenly let go of the panda's arms and grabbed the bear around the waist, giving three more thrusts before shoving all the way in with a roar.

Valquez could only moan louder, his orgasm becoming ten times as pleasurable as he watched the bull's cum overflow and seep out of the panda's hole from around the thick bovine cock. Haplin only let a few pumps of his cum shoot into the panda's rear before he began thrusting again, his member almost acting like a plunger, the suction causing more of the bull's cum to pour out of the other's ass. By the time Valquez went into his afterglow he was sure that every drop of his seed had been poured onto the floor and all over Haplin's feet.

After such an intense orgasm Valquez had to rest for a bit. He leaned backwards and simply fell over onto his tail, the horns on his head acting like a stand, adjusting his head so that he continued looking at the scene before him. Haplin, although finished with his own orgasm, was still thrusting and humping into the panda's ass, grunting with the sensations and forcing whines out of the overweight bear. The dragon didn't believe that he should force anything more on his crush, his sense of dominance fulfilled after he came. With an order he had Haplin pull out of the panda, ordering the panda to clean off the bull with his mouth.

"And when you're finished with that," Valquez continued with a sigh, "Clean up the mess on the floor as well." He watched with contentedness as the panda lapped and sucked at Haplin's member, knowing even then that he would never let anyone else top his slave but him. When the bear had finished collecting all of the cum on Haplin's cock, he bent over and began to lick up the floor. Valquez grimaced, not even wanting to imagine what the floor tasted like after an entire football team had stood there with first their muddy shoes, then their musky feet. He didn't stop the panda from cleaning, however, knowing that he would have to let both of his slave's go and figure out how to properly hypnotise them.

Looking at the panda's rear end, he noticed that a lot of Haplin's cum was still seeping out of the other's hole. If he was going to let them go, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to keep that there. Although he didn't like the thought of Haplin going into such a demeaning position, he ordered the bull to clean up the panda's hole.

While they were going about their business, he stood up and got dressed, waiting for them to finish before telling them to get dressed as well. Checking his phone again, he realized that the whole ordeal hadn't even lasted thirty minutes- much less than he had predicted!

After that it was a simple process of ordering them into a regular position, having both of them in a position similar to sleeping at their desks.

"Okay." He said, sitting back and viewing the picture in front of him. Haplin was sitting in his office, his feet on the desk and his head tilting backwards. He walked up close and looked into Haplin's eyes again. "You're not to remember what happened here." After a moment of thought, he continued. "You don't remember being hypnotised by me, cumming in the shower, washing us off, having sex with the panda, anything that happened after I walked into the shower with you. You just forgot all of that."

He didn't know if this idea would work, so after a moment of thought he decided to check.

"Now, what happened after I got into the shower with you?" He asked, leaning in with a worried face.

Haplin sat there and looked at him for a long moment. The silence dragged on and on, deafening to Valquez's ears as he listened for any hint that the coach knew what had gone on. "I don't know, master."

The golden dragon gave a huge sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and then checking his watch. "Okay." He started, "At 7:17 PM you will wake up in this exact position, with no knowledge of what had happened from my hypnotising of you. My spell will be broken over you, I will no longer hold your mind. Now- sleep." With that, Haplin's head slumped forward and bounced off of his chest, his pecs becoming a pillow for his chin. Valquez couldn't help himself- he smiled. That was hilarious.

After that it had been a similar experience with the panda, Valquez actually took the time to look at his nametag on the desk in case he needed the other again: Nata Grieten. His head cocked to the side while he read it, such an odd name.

After situating Nata properly in his seat, it was a simple matter of repeating the commands he had used on Haplin, ordering the panda to forget everything that had happened and fall asleep. He checked his watch after the panda's head had fallen from conciousness, 7:14. He had to hurry. Quickly he put on his clothes and left the building , walking home by his usual route and thinking of how to better hypnotise his beloved bull.

Haplin awoke with a snort, his head jerking up and causing him to lose balance on his chair. The wooden legs of his seat trembled and groaned, leaning steadily backwards and beginning a fall that Haplin only saved himself from by grabbing his desk and standing up. With a loud clatter the chair toppled to the ground underneath him, and the metal desk he was on skid across the floor with a screech.

Giving a sigh after such a rude awakening, Haplin looked around and tried to figure out where he was. 'My office?' He thought to himself. 'What time is it? I thought I was taking a shower...' He lifted his arm and smelled his pit- clean. His watch told him that he was twenty minutes later than usual going home.

'I guess I must have decided to take a nap...somehow.' He thought, stepping away from the desk and picking the chair up, opening the door and moving into the locker room while contemplating how old he was getting. While he was getting his personal items the door to his right opened up, his secretary squeezing through the frame.

"Hey!" The panda said with a pant, "Uhh...what are you doing here still?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Haplin replied, crossing his arms and looking stern. "I was just, ah...cleaning up. Organizing my desk papers and stuff." He added, realizing that he was being hostile for no reason. "You?"

"Er, yea." Nata replied, looking over his shoulder and then closing the door, activating the lock so that no one would be able to get in. "I was just leaving now, seeing if you were gone or still here." He said, non-chalantly walking to the door. "I'm out. See you on Monday, man." With that he left the locker room, stepping out the heavy door and leaving Haplin to pick up his own stuff and head home.

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Valquez didn't sleep easy that night. Even if the two slaves had told him they didn't remember, he wasn't sure if they had forgotten or not. Maybe they had forgotten, but wouldn't come out of his spell. Maybe they were still in their seats, asleep or awake, but trapped all the same by his words, stuck to the chairs near their desks.

Even worse for him was that they might remember, his spell having worn off and leaving them with the memory of what he had done. Maybe when his hypnotisim went away, so did his orders barring them from remembering what he had forced them to do. Maybe the police were coming, right now, maybe that thump outside his window was the sound of them closing their doors to come and take him into jail. He gave a large sigh of relief when it didn't happen. Eventually, at around 12:30, he managed to convince himself that the police weren't coming for him- yet, at least. Knowing that he was safe for the moment, he began to plan out his next actions. First off was to find a way to make coach and that fat fuzzball his permament slaves.

It took a long time of thinking before he came up with a solution. While looking at his clock to check the time -2:37- he realized he had been thinking of everything in terms of, his mind suddenly popped up with a bit of garble that he had heard from his programming class.

"A computer is a machine, created to perform orders given by the owner, or user." His teacher had said aloud. He shivered, remembering that class and teacher- a lady turtle that had kept the coldest class in the entire school. That wasn't what was important, however; what was important was that he had almost failed that class, had he not gotten the help of a little rat named Andrew.

The white rat had been the school nerd for years, the only thing keeping him from being beaten up was his help with cheating and tutoring people who weren't smart enough for their classes. Despite the fact that not even his help kept him from a beat down sometimes, he seemed to always hold himself up over everyone else, someone who was better than all those around him. Valquez remembered when he had needed the rat's help- half of the time the rat had stared at him, his composure split between interest and fright. He had always assumed that the rat had just been suprised that he hadn't been an asshole, and tried to be friends a bit. Now this rat would help him again- would help him; Valquez was too close to his dreams now to just give up because a nerd had refused.

If he could get Andrew alone, he could ask for help. He would say he had gotten more interested- that he got a new computer and wanted to find out how it worked, what other reason would he have? Then he would be told how to program the machine, and he could try that on his coach and panda. It only took a few more minutes of planning to set up how he would meet the other...then he could make some final adjustments to his technique, and the coach would be his.....

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Andrew heard the bell ring and gave a silent sigh of relief; another day survived. For some reason no one had picked on him today- an odd occurance to be sure. He had seen that dragon talking to a few of the others, but he was sure that wasn't what had caused the sudden lack of insults during weightlifting. He had stopped all contact with that guy after he had learned the other's secret, and he wasn't about to be anywhere near him for a long while, if ever he was lucky.

When Andrew had found Valquez's secret, something the dragon had poorly hidden in his internet history searches, he had immediately told his teacher that he wasn't fit to tutor the dragon. He even made himself flunk a test or two after that, just to make sure the adults thought he was having trouble with the subject matter. It was a hard life in school, bullies everywhere trying to get at you, and if everything was quiet then that meant that something worse than usual was about to come up. Too many times he had seen the story of a kid committing suicide, thinking that he was really becoming friends with someone else before it dawned on him that it was all a practical joke. A joke made in bad taste to everyone when the kid ended up dead.

He wasn't about to let that happen to him- and think of how easy it would have been! That dragon bastard could have already brainwashed him, could have made it so that everytime he even snapped his fingers Andrew would get naked and write obscenities all over his body, and he wouldn't even know it! What could that dragon have done in the short time that they were tutoring together, isolated and alone in that dragon's own room? He shivered with the thought.

Exiting the class, he made his way through the halls towards the bus stations. Left.....right....down the stairs....past the lockers....he almost grinned when he saw the large crowd jammed against the walls, trying to get to their own lockers. At the beginning of the year, almost every new kid and person that could be bullied had learned exactly why it was a bad idea to get in a writhing wall of bodies, between potential bullies and the hard metal lockers. He carried all of his books everywhere he went. It slowed him down, but after a time he found that when he dropped his pack and ran to his best he could easily outpace the track team.

The smile was wiped off of his face, however, when he saw a note on his locker. Usually he wouldn't even bother to read it.....but people had been nice to him lately, and he didn't think that was ever a good sign. Maybe this note would help to clue him in.

Without pausing for a moment- just because he hadn't been bullied didn't mean he wouldn't -he swept over and jerked the note free from it's position in the locker's vent. He waited until he was out of the group of people before reading it, leaning against a wall near the exit door in case it warned him of what was waiting outside.

"Hey, Andrew, I need some more help with my math. This is different than that other stuff, so you should know it. Come by my house at five, same time as before. I'll make it worth your while."

He let the note drop into the garbage bin outside. He hadn't expected much information, true, but three sentences isn't very much to go on at all! Still...the message got across just the same: get over here and away from any prying eyes, or I'll get you tommorrow and make it worse.

With a sniff he climbed onto the bus, thinking over his possibilities. He didn't even get his book out to read on the way home, just stared out the window and thought about what it was that would cause Valquez to want to beat him up. He was sure that that was what would happen when he reached the dragon's house.

Still, if the dragon went easy on him, that was something to be thankful for. If he blew that meeting off and he was taken after school the staff might stop him....but only after they realized, reacted, and stopped the fight, if it could be called that.

The final stop before his dropoff, his mind turned in a different direction: what if the dragon wanted to hypnotize him? His mind mulled over the possibilities as he gathered his belongings, excusing himself from the large bear taking up the seat next to him. It would make sense, in a stupid kind of way. Then again, all jock's ideas were like that.

It played out in his head, of the dragon hypnotizing him in order to get amazing grades during his final two years of school. It wouldn't occur to the woolhead that he could just hypnotize the teacher until it was too late, Andrew already without his will and waiting for the instructions of a sadistic jock. His train of thought skipped when he tried to think of something bad that the dragon had done to him, but he shook his head and continued walking to his house. They were all the same, and all against him. A quick check at his watch told him that it was four o'clock.

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Valquez checked his watch. Five on the dot. If that rat was going to show up, it would be now; it wasn't like Andrew to be late.

He counted out the seconds, thinking about his plan. He would lead the rat into his room, close the door, try to get the rat to say something. He would hypnotize the other if there was anything that he wouldn't say, and then just order the rat to tell him what he wanted to know. After a moment of rethinking, he decided to just hypnotize the other when they got into the room. Thirty seconds.

It wouldn't be very nice, but it wasn't very nice to hypnotize the coach and that fat panda assistant. When it was over, he would simply release the rat and let him be on his way. Fourty seconds.

He gulped loudly, his adam's apple the only part of his body that moved. It seemed time was moving so fast, as if it wanted the minute to pass and for Andrew to not show up. If that rat didn't come, he would have to turn to books, and that would delay his plans by months. There wouldn't be any other way to get Andrew to show up if he didn't come today, and he couldn't just hypnotize people in public. Fifty seconds.

He got up and turned towards the kitchen, shaking his head that the rat hadn't come. He would get back at that little rodent, a talk with his friends would make that rat realize that he should have just come as told to begin with.

A step away from the kitchen, however, a hard raking knock came at the door. Loud enough to be heard, but soft as if from a weak or shy hand, and evenly timed between each knock; it was him. Valquez nearly tripped over himself in the effort to get to the door. It was odd: he had trained in the hottest summer days, running for hours on end and grappling with others just as strong and dedicated as he and had barely broken a sweat, but suddenly now it seemed he smelled like the rear of a horse.

Reaching for the door knob, he turn and opened it to see Andrew standing there, looking at something to the side.

"Hey..." Was the only word that came from the rat, looking up at Valquez. Looking at his chest. That was an odd thing to do, something that made Valquez nervous; the hypnotism wouldn't work unless the rat was looking him in the eyes. 'I'll find some way...' Valquez thought to himself, turning with a sudden chuckle. This must be how women feel when talking with other men.

"Come on in." He replied, turning to the side to let Andrew pass into the house. "Can we do this in my room, like it used to be? I'm used to that being the place, now." He closed the door, and eyed Andrew from behind worriedly. 'It's okay.....he won't just suddenly jump out and run.....'

"Sure. Umm......which chapter do you need help with? Quadratic formulas are really easy once you memorize them..." Andrew started talking as he began up the stairs, Valquez close behind. By the time they had the door closed behind them, shutting them in Valquez's room, Andrew was reciting every step of completing a square by memory, and moving on to geometric sequence formulas.

Valquez tried to get a word in edge wise, but the rat wouldn't stop talking. The babble seemed like a rush through every chapter Andrew had worked through in math, and with a speed that was unusual for him. And on top of all that, he still refused to meet Valquez eye-to-eye. Something was wrong.

Eventually the golden dragon gave up trying to politely cease the rush of words. "Alright, shut up, man!" Andrew's talk ceased, and his eyes widened in suprise. They even flicked up to his snout for barely a moment, before they were quickly forced back down to his chest again. The akward silence began, and Valquez knew this wasn't the way to start it right.

"Okay, sorry man, just slow down a bit. We're in the same math class, dude, you know that the math sequences she's given us are easy." He looked at Andrew straight in the eye, getting no response other than a slight shiver and nod. Andrew's eyes even moved lower. Was he deliberately not looking him in the eyes? Did he know about Valquez's ability to hypnotise?

"Then.....what is it that you want?" Andrew's voice sounded shaky, but firm.

Valquez's eyes squinted a bit as he thought of a way to explain. If only that stupid rat would just look at him in the eyes and let this be over with! He thought about holding down the rat and hypnotising him for a moment, but quickly shut that idea out. If he got away, and spread the word...

"Umm..." Okay, that wasn't a good start to what he was going to say. "Listen, dude, I just got a new program on my computer, and I want to learn about programming so I can do stuff with it." The rat surely wouldn't accept that story...

Andrew's eyes darted up to his neck before immediately falling again. "So you need help with....equations used in programming?" Valquez nodded, his tail flickering uneasily.

"I....don't think I can help you." Andrew answered. It was partly true- which was the best way to tell a lie. He just didn't want to stay with Valquez anymore. It was obvious that someone was trying to hypnotise you when they were constantly staring you in the eye and not looking anywhere else. Personally, he was suprised that the dragon had managed to not move his eyes this long. At least he knew that his research on the internet was true, otherwise he'd be braindead by now. All he had to do was just deny this dragon and leave- from what he had read, a hypnotist would never resort to physical methods in order to catch prey, which was also good, considering he was facing one of the football team, who trained constantly.

The denial didn't work so well with Valquez, however. The dragon huffed, his tail twitching a bit, and walked to block Andrew's way to the door.

"Why not?" He suddenly seemed twice as tall as the rat, and it was a struggle for Andrew not to look up into Valquez's face. "You helped me with all that math- this isn't anything different. Even Mrs. Lancaster says that. Why can't you help me now? The teacher says you're not tutoring anyone else in math."

Andrew usually knew better than to act defiant in front of someone who could beat him to a bloody pulp, but if he was going to lose right now he was going to show this dragon he knew what was coming.

"And why did you take such an interest in me?" He stood up, looking the dragon in the neck. To his disbelief, the golden serpent actually backed away. "Why would you ask the teacher about me? Why would you decide to suddenly just begin programming a computer- you couldn't even name a programming language, could you? Why would you ask me for help? What's your plan?" He had somehow managed to back Valquez up into a corner, his torrent of words actually having an effect! When Andrew saw the dragon up against the door, it was the biggest shock he had had in a while.

Valquez stood there for a long moment, considering what to say- what to do, even. He was a member of the football team, he had never been in this situation, how should he act...?

With another gulp he stood up tall and looked down at the rat. "Why did you come, then? Why do you not believe me? What did you think I was gonna do to you, huh? I need your help with a personal problem, and to fix it I need to know how to do programming." Now it was Andrew's turn to back up. "You can help; you've helped with all the other nerd stuff I didn't get. And quit staring at my chest, it's like you're ogling my pecs or something, and I'm not gonna get naked in front of you."

Andrew looked down even more. This was quickly going sour, and now it was his turn to defend himself. Should he say that he knows? Suddenly he rethought his evidence to believe Valquez was a hypnotist. Did he seriously see three web pages in a history bar and think that this dragon was a mass hypnotist? Then again, what 'personal problem' was this, and why did he want Andrew to look up so much? It was worth a shot, and the only shot he had. Maybe if he blackmailed the dragon...

"I don't want to help you, if you keep trying to stare me in the eye. I know what you are, that's why I'm trying to stay away from your face." He made a point to continue looking straight down.

Valquez was glad that the rat was looking down; the look of pure shock on his face took longer than he wanted to go away. How could this rat know? He had tried so hard to keep everyone from knowing; months had gone by where he didn't have anything at all to even do with his power! He had been especially cautious not to bring up the subject where anyone could see or hear.

"...How?" He walked over and slumped on his bed, sitting near Andrew. His eyes were down now, not staring into the other's eyes anymore while he thought about how to fix his situation.

"I....could tell." Andrew lied, staying up in case something drastic happened. He opened his mouth to continue, but couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

Valquez sat there for a few moments, thinking about what to do. "I guess that explains the uhh....." Valquez motioned towards his eyes, looking up and seeing the rat nod. That wasn't what made him feel bad, however; Andrew still wouldn't look at him above the chest. 'He's smart...' He thought to himself, depressed. 'If anyone's smart they won't look me in the eyes.'

Andrew, for his part, stood there and tried to think of a way out of this room, this house, this dragon's life. If there was one thing he knew about jocks and bullies, it was that they were persistent, if not patient. Valquez would undoubtedly either try to eliminate the threat of his secret coming out, or he would be back soon, with some other plan that Andrew was sure would end badly. It would probably start along the lines of 'if I promise not to hypnotise you....' and end with him making a mistake that would be the end of his concious sentience.

'Maybe....' The rat thought, carefully watching Valquez to make sure nothing suprising would come up, 'maybe if I help him with this, he can agree to not bother me again. Maybe he won't need to after this...'

The rat gave a start when Valquez suddenly spoke clearly. "You can go home now....I need to think about..stuff." He paused, as if about to continue, but stayed silent after that, looking at anything and everything in the room that wasn't a rat.

'And thus begins the akward silence....' Thought Andrew, trying to decide whether to take the dragon's dismissal and leave or to stay and offer his help. He knew that this dragon would be back- high school teenagers don't go through all the trouble of asking a teacher and going through different measures to get someone just to give up. Next time it wouldn't be alone, either....or maybe it would be, a thought that scared Andrew more than the entire football team beating on him.

He cleared his throat nervously, wishing that life was a game, so he could save right here and come back if he failed. "I think....I might be able to, uh...you know..help you. A little."

The rat nearly jumped back when Valquez looked up, straight at him. For a split second, due to his other thoughts, Andrew had forgotten not to look at the dragon's eyes. In that split second he saw the dragon, confused, curious and tired, and he had to force his eyes from the other's face.

"What's the catch?" Valquez said, his mind weighing the possibilities. Andrew had looked away, true, but he had also looked into his eyes for a moment. He didn't know why, but that made him feel better, almost as much as hearing the rat would help.

Andrew took a shaky breath. "Well, there's the obvious one. You know....don't like..eat my mind or something." In the corner of his vision, he saw the dragon's head shake up and down.

"And after it's done...no one knows about it. Don't ask me to do something like this again...and don't try to blackmail me with it. And I want to know what you're really doing." The rest of Andrew's points were blurted out easily and quickly, but a long moment passed before Valquez nodded to those as well. The two were left there, quietly contemplating what they were about to do, for a long moment more.

Finally Valquez sighed and looked back up at Andrew, moving back on his bed and leaning against the wall. With his tail he flicked the remote over within his reach and picked it up, turning the television on but dialing down the volume until words couldn't be made out. Gentle background noise. Hopefully anyone passing, however unlikely, would hear that television and mumbling rather than what he was going to say. However unlikely. He smirked. That seemed to be the one addition that always needed to be added onto the end of his plans.

Valquez motioned to the bed, but Andrew waited a moment before climbing on. The dragon didn't notice the time that passed, or pretended not to, and waited patiently until the rat was comfortable before speaking.

"So you know that I can..uh...you know. Hypnotize people and stuff." He waited for Andrew to nod, wondering what the rat would do when he found out.

He gulped before going on. "Well, you see, I kind of......really really like someone at school........"

They had to quiet down and wrap their meeting up quickly when Andrew began shouting expletives, waking up neighbors and stirring Valquez's parents from downstairs.

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Andrew climbed into his bed, still completely astounded by what he had heard. A player on the football team had just told him he was gay....and thay he was trying to make a slave out of the coach! That was like.....like a cat telling a dog he wanted to take the dog's knot or something- he couldn't even come up with a simile or metaphor for it! That the dragon had even partially succeeded in his plans was doubly astounding, that he had gotten one of the most well known figures in the school alone for an hour was beyond belief.

Andrew had almost quit right after hearing that part. Did he really want to take part in hypnotizing the coach and raping him? He knew he should've just backed out when the dragon explained it to him, but when he looked at the dragon again, again forgetting not to look at his eyes in shock, something about those eyes had told him saying no was a bad idea. They had gone over what had happened so far and then Andrew had left back to his house for dinner.

He gave a sigh as he brought the blanket over his body, trying to think of anything else. It was no use- his mind was reeling from so much information at once. A member of the football team was gay! He probably would be protected by Valquez now at all costs, just so that the information wouldn't leak out somehow. And Valquez didn't just like anybody; he liked the person that would get him in the most trouble of all! It would only be worse if he somehow raped the coach- and that was pretty much what they were doing anyway!

Thinking about the coach, though, Andrew supposed he could see why Valquez would like him. Haplin was easily the most muscled man in town, and not just muscled, but in proportion. Everything about that coach screamed that he was a man, and Andrew supposed that was what gay people liked.

Andrew himself wasn't gay by any means.....maybe once or twice masturbating to the males in the pornography he found online, but he assured himself it was because of the cock's proximity to the lady. It is hard to look at a ladies pussy being fucked without seeing the cock spreading it wide open.

He touched himself under the covers, feeling his sheath swell out with his growing erection. Yea, and Haplin's cock would definitely stretch holes the most.....

His hands jerked off of his prick as he realized he was masturbating to the high school football coach. 'Damn!' He thought to himself, checking under the covers to see how hard he was, 'That guy seriously might just be turning me gay.' He had a chuckle and then thought about how he would help Valquez again, his erection deflating.

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"Okay, the idea of the programming was pretty good." Andrew said, walking with Valquez up the stairs of the rat's house. They had decided to meet at Andrew's house since Andrew had books and the best computer for the job. "The thing is, in order to program you need to know a programming language, and I have no idea about what language the human brain would have, so that's impossible."

Valquez walked along, seeming interested in both what the rat was saying and his new partner's house. "Why can't we just use a programming language on them?"

Andrew opened the door to his room for the dragon. "Because if I just started saying wierd lines of code to you, you'd have no idea what I was saying. They all seem to take you by your word seriously, so if you said semicolon or something and then a bunch of random nouns and verbs they might end up doing anything. What we need is a programming language that the brain can understand."

"Why not just friggin' english?" Valquez said, sitting on the bed and looking for the remote.

The rat stopped in the middle of closing the door and thought for a moment. When he realized that he had completely overlooked the coach's native language, english, he slapped his forhead and turned the television on for Valquez. "Sometimes, " He said, turning towards the dragon, "Sometimes I hate it when people who are dummer than I am are smarter."

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"Wow, wow, hold up." Valquez said at a lunch table, keeping his voice either low or rough sounding to keep others thinking he was just picking on Andrew. "I have to say all of this just to make him do what I motion him to?" He slapped down a bundle of papers with writing on it, 'code' lines that outlined what each wave of the dragon's hand would do.

"Look, it takes a lot just to get him to accept a hand waving." Andrew replied. "Do you have any idea how much it takes to tell a computer how to make decisions for itself? I had to look half of those lines up from some stupid poorly translated Japanese robotics company, and then translate the already poorly translated stuff to regular english so that Haplin could understand it." Valquez huffed and looked at the pages again, just the smallest part of what he wanted.

"It's hard work to be a complete nerd." Andrew said as Valquez packed up his things and left for his lunch table.

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The next two months were spent together, trying to come up with a way in which to control the coach without anyone else suspecting of such a thing occurring. Between keeping their characters apart for popularity, doing the schoolwork assigned, and keeping up with their extra-curricular activities, the two were completely exhausted most days. Arguments, while often and quick to come at the beginning, slowed down and happened less frequently as time progressed and the two came to know each other better. Trust began to build up in them, and while Andrew would never look into the dragon's eyes, he felt more comfortable alone with the golden serpent.

"Okay.....I've finally got it now." Andrew said, looking at his watch in Valquez's room. Although they had just arrived, it was late. He was planning on spending the night again, but the end of the school year was getting close now. Final exams were being taken, and time was running out for them to work out their plan.

At Valquez's nod he continued, closing the door behind him firmly. "What if we just scratched the whole idea of remaking him?" He could already tell he should hurry up with his explanation when he saw Valquez lean forward. He didn't look at the other's face, but the body language was just as expressive. "Listen, he already knows everything he needs to know right now. Like computers- he already has his system software installed; all we need to do is make a program that tells him to do everything you want."

Valquez nodded. He had come a long way from the beginning- before he would have already been lost, but now he understood what the rat was talking about. Haplin's mind would already know what Valquez meant if he twirled his finger around, he just needed motivation. That was much easier....plus they wouldn't have to tell him what to do in every situation that might come up.

He nodded again, then spoke up when he noticed the rat not looking at his head. "Yea...that sounds awesome. Way easier, how long before we can get it on paper so I can read it to him?"

Andrew held up a notepad, most of the pages torn off from the weeks of going through lines to read. "It's right here. It was pretty easy to do, once I realized that all he really needed were some execute files."

Valquez smiled. More than smiled- he beamed with happiness. Finally he was going to get his coach, after going through what he could imagine as every possible obstacle that could come up! Before he realized what he was doing, he had picked up the smaller rat and hugged him- keeping the notepad safe, of course. He also thought it better that he have it when he released Andrew too, going back to his bed and looking at the incredibly short amount of words he was going to have to say.

Andrew was shaken by the dragon's affection; at first he had believed the dragon was going to force his gaze on him, and when he realized that wasn't the case he was jarred by just how hard the dragon had hugged him. He rubbed his stomach while the other read the lines, and straightened up, trying to look as though he was both unperturbed by the hug and that he didn't like it. What had ruffled him up the most was that he had almost hugged back.

"So, what happens now?" He asked when he saw Valquez's hands lower the notepad. This would be the second most dangerous part of the plan- trusting the other to let him leave safely with his secret.

Valquez heaved a sigh of relief. "Now we do the same thing I did before we joined." He exclamed. "We get him and that fat panda dude alone for a little bit."

The rat tried to supress a laugh. "You still don't know his name?"

"Vlad-something or other, I think. Maybe Thom. I dunno." Valquez joked, hopping off of the bed and leading the rat back downstairs. "Okay, this should be easier and faster now that you're with me. We'll take two weeks...no, a week, and we'll see how many people go to him, and at what time he's alone. Then one day I'll sneak in and hypnotize him, and.....and he'll be mine." He blushed when he realized he was about to explain everything he planned on doing with the coach to the rat, then decided to add on something for the other. "...And you'll never hear from me again, as promised."

Andrew's breath caught. He had forgotten about that part of the deal- the shock of what was really going on and the work to make it happen hadn't let him think on it for long. He would never see Valquez again. After all the work, and all the time spent trying to make the plan perfect, and he wouldn't be there to see it happen......his eyes widened when he realized that he actually did want to see what the dragon did. Or maybe just the dragon himself. He wasn't gay....but the dragon was on the football team and worked out almost daily......

"Umm, are you sure you should do it alone?" He asked, suppressing a stutter and trying not to blush.

Valquez blinked. "Yea- I can't just take him home with me, and no one wants to see what I'll do with him except me and maybe some pervert in Japan or something." Realizing what he had just said, he closed the door to the house and left them outside, out of earshot of his family.

Andrew thought desperately. "Yea, but it would be better if you had a lookout, right? I already know that you're gonna be doing....you-know-what with him, I'll wait outside and warn you if anyone's coming."

Valquez grinned, the action going unnoticed by the other. "Dude, relax! I've got this all planned out; that panda guy will be the lookout. I'll hypnotize them both, test the script on the panda, tell him to wait at the door and tell everyone that the coach isn't there anymore, and then use the code on Haplin. Then he's mine, piece of cake! You don't have to worry about it anymore. You've done your code stuff, the deal's finished. The only thing I need help with now is finding out when and how to get Haplin alone, and I'm pretty sure it's the same as last time. See you later...or, I guess not. Heh." With that he opened the door and walked back into his house, closing it behind him and leaving Andrew in front of the house, the light poor and dark as the sun was hidden by the earth.

That night Andrew sat on his bed, thinking. 'God, just get to sleep you prick!' He thought to himself, getting under the covers and laying his head on the pillow. 'You always do this, another wasted night of thought. You might not do too well on tommorrow's test. Stop thinking about that damn jock asshole!'

It was a useless attempt. The more he raged at himself and told himself to go to sleep, the more awake he became and the more his thoughts of Haplin and Valquez together came. 'Stop thinking about that bull-crap! He just wants Haplin; that's the only reason he ever talked to me, ever wrote that stupid note! Stop thinking about them!' He rolled over with a whimper. 'The moment he gets Haplin as his little toy, that's the moment he'll either leave you alone or kill your mind! Stop thinking about them, in that locker room, with the size of Haplin's....stop thinking, damnit!'

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"Okay...class gets out at around 3:30, and everyone stays at school until around five thirty. The only ones who stay are the practicing teams, the principle, and a few teachers that watch the groups and teams. Coach is one of them, with his assistant. He's in charge of watching over all of the teachers that look over the clubs and teams, and every now and then the principle comes around to check in." Andrew sighed as he leaned back on his bed. He had never thought that just standing around and watching everyone that went into the school room could be so exhausting, but the weight of his backpack and how often he had to change positions or answer a teacher's question quickly added up. He hadn't gotten much sleep over the past week, constantly forced to stay up and think about his deal with the serpent. Looking back, he couldn't think of any story that had a good outcome for someone who made a deal with a dragon, but not because they had wanted to stay around them.

It was the night before Valquez met with his coach. The week of staying after school every day to watch the locker room's occupants had passed, and with everything layed out they had made their plan. Or rather, Valquez had made his plans. Andrew had gotten very little say in the plan, which made sense with only Valquez going, but the want in Andrew's chest to go with the dragon had grown exponentially each night. His mind was consumed with images of holes stretching, both around Haplin's cock and Valquez's, and never once could Andrew tell if it were a boy's hole or a girl's. Now it was time to go, the planning had been done, and the preperation. All that was left was to go out to school tommorrow and do it.

As Valquez stood up and moved to the door, Andrew turned towards him and told him to wait. With his heart racing, he wondered how to tell the other what he planned on saying.

Finally deciding, he stood up and walked over to Valquez.

"Listen, dude, I know your plans on how to get inside the locker room," He began, standing close to the dragon. Valquez actually tried to back up a bit, but hit the door behind him. Andrew had never come this close before.

Andrew took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to savor thinking for himself. When he felt, more than heard, Valquez shift again uncomfortably, he opened his eyes and reached up, grabbing Valquez but the back of the jaw. His fingers arranged themselves in between Valquez's small jaw line horns, almost like a grip, and tugged down, pulling Valquez's snout to look right at Andrew.

The rat steeled himself for half a moment, and then looked straight up into the dragon's eyes.

He saw the curiosity, concern, cautiousness, and suprise that flew through Valquez. So long without looking at the other's face, and now that he could stare into the other's eyes every hint of an emotion was shown.

"I know that you only like Haplin....and that you're a jock....and that I'm a nerd....and that I've spent the last three months not even staring you in the face...." The sentence dropped off as Andrew realized that that was as far as he had planned. He gulped, watching the dragon's suprise and curiosity drain out of his eyes.

Valquez noticed the unspoken 'but' at the end of the sentence, his shock and suprise slowly fading. He was sure that he knew exactly what the rat wanted, but he couldn't make himself answer to it. For a brief moment he realized he could hypnotize the other, but decided against it almost as quickly as all of the other times.

His mind raced for something to say; it was true that he loved his coach, would do anything to have him, but this rat had worked hard, and only on the condition that he not be bothered anymore. So much work, and only at the end to realize that not being bothered is actually a loss...

"You....you can come tommorrow." He choked out, not wanting to deny the other but not wanting to accept. He saw the rat's face light up, the eyes dipping down by habit, and then coming back up to look at him again. "I can't promise more than that." He added quickly, trying to get the rat's hopes down.

Andrew barely seemed to notice his warnings, however. His head bobbed up and down ecstatically, and he backed up with a glowing smile.

"I....uh...I'll see you tommorrow then, I guess?" He asked up to Valquez.

He nodded and turned around, opening the door. "Yea. Remember, it's happening at four."

When Andrew had finally left, leaving Valquez feeling akward and confused, he went straight to bed. Dinner was skipped, and homework that was needed for the next day. Instead of staying up tossing and turning all night, he actually went straight to sleep, dreaming of the dragon's green eyes. His mind put a thousand rotations on them, the insides seeming to tumble and glisten in any light caught, a puzzle ever contorting. He woke up a few times from a dream of those eyes filling his vision, wondering if he was afraid of them or in love with them.

On the other hand, it was Valquez's turn to get poor sleep. He tossed in bed, flipping this way and that, his tail twitching and raudying up the sheets until he had to sit up and fix them. He had always thought that Andrew hated him; the rat had a way of finding some way to seriously dislike popular figures, sometimes even for the simple reason that they were popular. Now that he thought about it though, Andrew had never taken steps to say that he disliked him. The only things he could remember as signs that Andrew didn't like him were that he had always avoided him, justifiable since Valquez was on the football team, and that he had never looked into the dragon's eyes, which Valquez couldn't hold anything against seeing as how he had initially planned on hypnotizing the other.

Back and forth he turned, wondering whether he liked the rat enough to let them be together. He never had anything against Andrew, granted they had never really interacted until they had begun this project. He had at times thought of the rat as cute, but it was never like how Andrew liked him.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, just before he finally managed to drift off, Valquez decided to show the rat what he truly meant to do with the coach. If the rat didn't like that, then he could leave. If Andrew turned out to be okay with sharing...Valquez turned up a blank. What would he do in a relationship with the rat?

He fell asleep deciding.

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The next day went normally. 'As well it should' Valquez thought to himself at lunch, pretending to joke with his friends. 'Anything else might be dangerous.'

He saw Andrew on the other side of the lunchroom once, just as the rat was throwing away his tray and heading out the door. It was no secret that Andrew spent his lunches at the library- he had even had the librarian give him a special pass that allowed him practically anywhere at anytime. Not that someone like Andrew would abuse that, but in school one of those passes would be like a license to kill.

Algebra 2 and chemistry went well, chemistry being pretty much math that the rat had taught him back when they were tutoring, and weightlifting was done just naturally. He caught himself admiring his body in the mirror of the locker rooms, looking at his abs and body and wondering how the rat had managed to stave off showing his intentions for so long. 'I would definitely go out with me....' He thought with a murr that quickly cut off when two naked freshmen ran by, curling their towels to whip at each other.

Just like that, and right after spanish, he was in the weight room again. Just like in weight lifting, he kept to the easiest sets of weights he could, keeping them still heavy enough to not make him look like a wimp. He watched out the door while working barbells, seeing the people leave and go home, their loud buzz accompanied by the bell. Twenty minutes later, the teachers left in a hurry that, while slower, was just as enthusiastic. Ten minutes later, and a rat wearing what looked like a worn pair of hand-me-downs came in.

Andrew ignored the chuckles and laughs of the other jocks in the room, keeping his face straight and moving to the dumbbells. With a smirk Valquez stood up and let the rat have the seat, keeping up his reputation with the jocks. Andrew smiled a knowing grin back over his shoulder, hidden from the jocks, then turned back to the weights as blank faced as ever. 'Like an aes sedai...or whatever those friggin chicks he keeps on about are called.' Valquez thought to himself, moving away from Andrew and getting on another machine.

As time went on he stuck to machines that didn't require a spotter, watching all the other jocks leave for home until it was just him and Andrew left in the room. He gave it five extra minutes to make sure that they had finished changing and then stood up, tapping Andrew on the shoulder as the rat tried to bench without someone to spot him.

"After this, I'm going to beat the stupid out of you." He growled as the rat put away the weights, struggling to put away the two 45 pound weights that he had put on each side. "Why did you put those on if you can barely lift even one?"

"I didn't, I just didn't want to struggle in front of all those other assholes." Andrew pouted back. Valquez had to laugh.

"They weren't laughing at you because your weight was way higher than you could obviously lift, they were laughing because you didn't have a spotter....and because you were lifting way higher than you're supposed to."

Andrew finished putting up his weight. "Whatever, lets just do this."

Together they left the room, Valquez leading the way while a worried looking Andrew followed. "Well you sure do know how to look the part." Valquez said, looking at Andrew while walking.

"It's because I'm not acting."

With a frown Valquez looked ahead, seeing the principle, Thorbarne, walking down the hall. Thorbarne was a tiger, the same as the school's mascot, and although he was average for a tiger he was huge compared to most other species. His business-casual outfit was ruffled from a whole day at work, the armpits stained with sweat and his face saying that he had pushed his way through a hard day.

"Just go into the bathrooms." Valquez whispered to Andrew, and as they walked ahead towards the restrooms they saw the principle take a left turn, going straight into the locker rooms.

"Crap! What do we do?" Andrew asked as soon as they were hidden by the door of the bathroom. Valquez looked at him oddly, then checked his phone for the time. 4:10. Ten minutes past schedule.

"Relax, man. He'll just have a word or two and then leave- we both know he comes every now and again." He said, calming the rat down. "Okay, you go out and get a drink of water from the water fountain. You may be there for a while, so act thirsty. When he leaves come back and tell me, got it?"

Andrew went quiet, calming himself and nodding. "Yea.... I guess it's good that he chose now to come, he probably won't be back for the rest of the day." At Valquez's nod, he turned out the door and left.

'That was odd...' Valquez thought to himself while waiting. 'Did he just make sure that he followed my orders?' He didn't know how to explain it. Maybe it was that he acted flustered, but Andrew suddenly seemed more submissive. He shook his head as he heard the water fountain turn on, waiting for the principle to leave the coach alone.

Finally, after a few moments, the principle walked out of the locker rooms, passing by Andrew who appeared to just be finishing his drink and continuing down the hallway and out of sight.

It wasn't long before Andrew came back into the bathrooms, nodding to Valquez. Together they both left for the locker rooms, wondering if their plan would finally work this time.

"Okay, you distract the panda dude while I work on Haplin, then I'll order Haplin to get him." Valquez ordered, nearing the door and grabbing the handle. He waited for Andrew's nod before twisting the handle and pulling back.

Within moments they were inside the locker rooms, Valquez striding confidently towards Coach Haplin's office. Andrew wished he could look that self assured, practically tip-toeing to the side and entering the panda's office. He shook his head as he read a fairly obvious name tag on the front; Nata- Assistant Coach.

He put on his best nervous shy student voice. "Hi, umm, Mr. Nata?" He waited for the other to look up from his seat, his head looking as if he could lean forward and rest on his chest. Valquez wasn't just joking around when he said the panda was fat.

He ignored it for now. "Hey, um, I'm with the school's paper club, and I was wanted to take a poll survey of you for one of our stories?"

Nata smiled, a good look on him, and nodded. "Yea, yes, sure, come on in. Oh- and close the door behind you. It's so hot out there this close to summer." Andrew smiled and did as requested, closing the door and then taking a seat in front of the other's desk.

"So," He began, "...how would you rate the football team, baseball team, and the coach as a whole? Don't leave anything out please....I uuh, don't really want to write very much. Heh."

Valquez walked into the coach's office with a smile. "Yo coach!" He greeted, leaving the door open behind him as he came in.

"Oh hey Valquez!" Haplin replied, putting a pencil away from papers on his desk. "What are you still doing here? It's been almost an hour after school let out."

"Oh, I had to do some stuff with the secretary." Valquez explained, taking a notepad from his pocket and looking at it briefly.

Andrew was running out of questions to ask. 'Why isn't he ready yet?' He thought to himself, listening intently to the secretary's opinion of the school uniform and it's correlation with the school colors. 'Does this guy really think that I'm filling a newspaper with this bull crap?'

Suddenly Valquez was at the door, Haplin a step behind as they walked in.

Immediately Haplin was by Nata's side, making a short bit of small-talk while Valquez came over to join the group, acting as self-assured as ever. A good sign.

"So what I need your help with is young Valquez here." Haplin continued, ushering the dragon in front of Nata. "He's been having eye problems- he can't open them very much. Says at first he thought it was an eyelash! Hah! And he's a hairless reptile! Anyway, my eyes aren't as good as they could be, I can't tell if there's anything wrong with him with his eyes squinting so much. Can you see anything in there?"

Nata looked flustered, suddenly surrounded by people, but he kept a good demeanor as he leaned in to examine Valquez. "Well I think he should probably go to the nurse if this has been going on for a while, but I'll see if I can, find......"

The panda trailed off as Valquez removed his hand from his eye and looked into Nata's face, his eyes wide open. Nata didn't stand a chance, less than a foot away from the dragon's magic gaze, and within moments he was slumped into his tightly-packed chair, his jaw slack as he listened to Valquez recite the words on the pad.

When he was finished, Valquez looked closely at Nata's face and blinked, smiling when nothing happened and then leaning back. With both Nata and Haplin suddenly quiet the room seemed to suck in noise.

Andrew gave a start when his notepad fell on his lap, looking up at Valquez as the dragon turned away from Nata snickering. "Is it rascist if I say his breath smells like chinese take-out?" He asked, giggling.

Andrew gave a grin back, leaning in the chair and giving a sigh. "So...what now?" He asked, looking up and seeing Valquez suddenly without a shirt.

The dragon disrobed his shirt, tossing it to the side, and then turned towards the rat with only a tight-fitting tanktop and his pants on. "Now we get to have fun.....what are you looking at?"

He followed the rat's gaze, afraid that Haplin or Nata had broken from the spell, but then realized that Andrew was looking straight at his stomach, the muscles of his abs clearly showing from the tank-top covering them.

With a grin and a wink, he turned fully towards the rat. "Wanna see it without the cover?" With Andrew's slack-jawed nod he slowly took off his other top, exposing his muscled belly and stomach. The golden scales each seemed to have a different tone, forming a mosaic overtop the dragon's well toned body.

Looking at the rat's dumb grin, Valquez took a pose. 'Nothing wrong in letting others appreciate my looks' He thought with a small blush. "All right, now your turn."

Andrew broke from his trance of looking at the dragon's body. This was definitely going to work out- he would personally make sure that the dragon fell in love with him just as much as he loved Haplin. He never thought of himself as gay, but when he saw Valquez's body he realized that he was willing to accept it.

With a start he shakily got up to his feet, being brushed aside by Valquez as the dragon took his seat and watched on. Trying hard and failing to not blush, Andrew took a spot in front of Haplin and faced Valquez head on. Not knowing what to do, his hands worked at simply taking off his shirt. The piece of cloth was up and over his head in an instant, much too quickly for Andrew's timing.

With his shirt gone, he stood there, not knowing what to do.

Valquez motioned with his hand. "Go on, keep going. I know you're a nerd, but at least you aren't fat. Come on, drop those pants." Andrew blushed even more at Valquez's sudden loss of decency, but quickly unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers, spurred on constantly by Valquez's helpful voice.

"Yea....take them off of each leg, so you don't trip....your fur looks a little ruffled there, can you fix that? And now the underwear...you can do it...niiiiiccceeee." Andrew's blush got even brighter as time went on, the way Valquez was talking to him, until...

"Yea. Just like that. Now take off your shirt and get him."

Andrew gave another start, looking at his chest to see if he was still wearing anything. To his shame, he wasn't- he could even see his sheath and balls, his sack drawn up to his body from the cold air. Another look at Valquez to see what was going on, and then he heard a shuffle behind him.

With a yelp two huge, furry arms wrapped around his chest and stomach, holding his arms in place, and lifted him skyward. His legs kicked futilely as he rose higher than Valquez would be if the dragon were standing. A snort came out above him and then a heavy weight placed on the top of his head, when he looked up all he saw was the jaw and snout of Haplin's face.

Valquez was grinning like a demon, undoing his pants and pushing them down his legs. He kicked them off and stood up, walking over to Andrew and motioning for Haplin to lower him to eye level. His grin only got wider when Haplin responded exactly as expected, without a verbal order at all.

He leaned into the captured rat's face, looking him right in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"

Andrew took half a second before nodding, his face a mixture of concern and joy.

Valquez leaned in closer, locking eyes with the rat and performing his trick. Andrew looked in and saw Valquez's eyes suddenly get bigger, the pupil and white becoming drowned out as the iris expanded and grew. The green backdrop seemed like space, continuing forever as each little speck moved and twisted around the center. Vaguely he was aware of thinking it was like a lock, or mechanical mechanism with turning gears and levers.

The iris expanded even more, engulfing his vision, and with a sudden increase in his heart rate Andrew realized that no matter where he looked or which way he turned he saw only more of Valquez's eyes. It was startlingly like his dreams....his hands tried to reach out, but they were still held at his sides...

Suddenly the dragon's eyes were back to normal, Valquez was backing away and motioning for Haplin to set him down.

Andrew's feet hit the floor and he quickly regained posture. A quick check....he didn't feel different at all. He looked at his hands and at his body, seeing nothing new or different.

He looked up at Valquez curiously.

Valquez only grinned and winked. "Now you're feeling it aren't you?"

Andrew's brow furrowed. No, he didn't feel anything...

"Oh wait, I forgot to tell you." Valquez laughed and then backed up a bit more. "Now start jacking off."

Andrew was about to blush hard and tell Valquez to start first, when he suddenly felt good. Very good, in fact. He looked down and saw his hands wrapped around his throbbing cock. His mouth fell open- he had only been aroused enough to use both hands once before, and that was after hours of looking at pornography in his room.

He tried to say something, but as he opened his mouth only a grunt and moan came out, the pleasure from his hands turning all of his words to a whine or whimper or groan.

"Yea....." Valquez said, his own sheath swelling visibly. His fleshy cock began to peak out, and with a motion to Haplin the bull came over and began stroking it. Valquez began laughing, joyed that he didn't even have to jerk himself off to cum, and began telling Haplin how to keep him aroused and throbbing.

The words coming out of Valquez's mouth made Andrew blush just from hearing them, and every word he tried to say was blocked by a sudden surge of pleasure. 'This must have...uungh...been something he did with my mind...' He thought to himself, trying to moan out a curse word but ending up groaning. The sharp stab of pleasure caused another expletive, which caused another jab of pleasure and yet more whimpering and attempts to display his pleasure.

Valquez was trying to look at both his rat friend and his new slave at once. His mind almost throbbed like his cock with pleasure, and he knew that the rat would enjoy what he had done.

"Heh, you know, you aren't gonna be a dom for today." He said in between gasps and moans, his hips thrusting into Haplin's hands. He was sure if he weren't standing he'd have cum by now. "You're also gonna feel what it's like to be stretched..." he said, walking forward and leaning close to Andrew's standing form. He smiled even more as the rat tried to say something again, only to have it pummelled into whimpers and moans by his pleasuring hands.

"You should get ready, because Haplin isn't easy to take, as you can see..." He snickered as he maneuvered Haplin around with his hands, making the bull thrust his incredible shaft in front of Andrew's face.

"So come on.....get yourself loose." He ordered the rat.

Andrew knew what was coming, but he wasn't expecting it to feel so good! His hand reached back, and his virgin hole was almost immediately stuffed with three fingers. This time he wasn't attempting to talk when he moaned loudly, with one hand stroking his cock and the other jabbing into his rear, he could barely form the words in his mind to begin with, much less say them aloud.

"Yea, and get this stud all ready for you while you're at it, too." Valquez ordered, taking Haplin's hands from his crotch and pushing the bull's hips into Andrew's face. Andrew immediately opened wide, stuffing the semi-hard cock into his mouth.

Barely the head of Haplin's impressive girth fit in Andrew's mouth, but Andrew's body refused to disobey the dragon's order. His head shoved itself down harder, taking another two inches even though the bull meat bulged both of his cheeks and scraped against his teeth to. Andrew gagged on a fraction of Haplin's cock, jerking himself furiously and prying four of his fingers as deep into his ass as possible.

Valquez leaned back and took a look at his new slave's ass, the giant bull pucker winking at him as Haplin dealt with his cock being so eagerly sucked.

"You know slave, I haven't taken that ass of yours yet." Valquez began, drunk with power from ordering Andrew attempt to choke down Haplin's cock. Haplin grinned at him from over his shoulder, his murr a rumble that made a shiver go up Valquez's spine. "I think I'll take it now."

With that he walked over and simply thrusted his cock into Haplin's ass. Without foreplay the bull's rump was tight, but with his sheer size it was lighter than even a hand gripping Valquez's dick. The dragon didn't appear to notice, shivering again and thrusting in and out quickly. He could feel Haplin's inner walls stretch and squeeze him as his cock rubbed and poked further inside.

His rythm quickly escalated to a fast pounding as he bit his lip and tried to cum as fast as possible. The coach rumbled in front of him, some of the thrusts even causing the bull's hips to jerk forward and send Haplin's cock a little deeper into Andrew's mouth.

As fast as he humped, though, Valquez couldn't make himself come close to the edge. Haplin's ass wasn't tight enough to get him off, even as his hips slapped loudly against the bull's ass cheeks hard enough to turn them a slight tent of red. As he looked at the bulky and huge-massed creature practically moving backwards into his thrusts he was drawn to the edge of orgasm, but his slave's ass wasn't tight enough to truly pleasure him.

With a growl of frustration he pulled out and stopped everything, walking around the rat and then shoving him on the desk. Andrew shivered and attempted to get up, but his body refused to move away from the place he had been put. His nipples came in contact with the cold laquered wood of the table, making him shiver and goosebumps form on his skin.

Valquez walked around to Andrew's back side, taking some of his frustration out through a short spanking of the rat's rear. He grinned as his slaps caused the other to yelp, wanting moans coming out of his mouth half a second later as Andrew attempted to speak again.

"Lift your tail, slave."

Immediately Andrew felt his tail rise and poke straight up to the ceiling, the very tip flopping over without muscle. He couldn't help but blush, knowing that his bare ass was practically poking the dragon in the groin. Or vice versa, come to think of it, something that made him tremble and blush even more.

"Tell me Andrew," Valquez said, watching the rat's hole wink at him as he swatted the other's rump a few more times. The deshelved look his hair made was more than appealing, and the tight-but-loosened rump the fur grew out of. "Who is your master?"

"Valquez is my master!" Andrew cried out before he could even think. "You are my master, master!" He was puzzled- he should only be moaning, right? He blushed as he was forced to name Valquez out as his owner, like a dog that spoke to it's master.

Valquez grinned wide. "What do you think you Master is gonna do to you, Andrew?"

Once again the words travelled through Andrew's mind and bubbled out of his mouth before he could notice. "You are going to have sex with me, master!" He blushed even harder, trying to squirm out of his position but hoping not to succeed. The way he talked when ordered to...it was like a thought in his mind that travelled in a protective barrier to his mouth, unable to be stopped or changed.

"That's right Andrew." Valquez growled, gripping the rat's ass cheeks hard and placing the tip of his member at Andrew's hole.

Suddenly the door burst open again. Valquez jumped in shock, but he knew what to do this time, how to act and what to order.

"Haplin, get him now!" He shouted out, practically leaping over Andrew's prone and exposed form and lunging towards the rat's discarded clothes.

Again he only heard the clack of hooves against the ground, and the slam as Haplin crashed into whomever had come in. Whoever it was, they were in trouble for sure.

Within moments he had taken out the first, smallest piece of clothing he could find and run over to Haplin. The bull was wrestling with an orange blur, the tiger struggling with all his might.

If they had been playing sport they might have been an even match, but with Haplin's mind ignoring the pain whenever the tiger got a good punch or jab in there wasn't much of a fight to begin with.

The dragon smiled when he saw the tiger's mouth open in a snarl, and with a quick punch like motion he embedded the cloth into the other's mouth, keeping down a startled shout. Wrapping his hand around the principle's snout to keep it shut, he wrenched the other's face near his and looked into his eyes.

It only took a moment, and then the principle of their high school, one of the most important men on campus, was his personal slave. He recited the memorized codes, not needing the notepad anymore, and then blinked once again to be certain that they had taken effect.

He backed up a moment and then laughed, looking at the restrained tiger with a rat's underwear in his mouth and laughed again. He had seriously just taken control of the most important people in the entire school!

It cut off short when he realized that soon people would be looking for a man so important.

"Hey, you, panda man." He said, turning to Nata. "Get out there and lock the place up. Make it seem like no one is in here anymore, and then stay in the locker rooms until further orders. If anyone somehow finds a way in, tell them that the place is off limits and that you're the last one out. Don't let anyone get in here."

He had to rethink his judgement of the panda's fitness- the fat man scuttled out just as quickly as Haplin had caught the principle.

The thought of them brought his attention back to the tiger, held in Haplin's arms, the newest slave in his group. A group that managed to grow quite quickly in the past few minutes.

The thought of three slaves to play with, however, quickly set a smile back on his face from any problems they might have had. His crooked grin came back to his muzzle, a look he had practiced in the mirror that morning, wondering if he would have a chance to use it. He giggled as he saw the effect it had on Andrew, loving the look of uncertainty in the rat's eyes.

Plans began formulating in his head, and soon his hands were clasped together and rubbing as he spoke. "Andrew, get off that table." He began, watching as Andrew scurried and rolled at the same time to get off of the wood quickly. "Freeze right there." He said with a chuckle, hearing the rat whine loudly as his arms and legs locked in place when he got a few feet from the desk.

"Mr. Horlund," He started, motioning Haplin to release the tiger. "Get on that table, lay on your back opposite the way Andrew was. And get nude too, join this party." The tiger immediately started undressing, his stern gaze looking from Andrew's shy and blushing face to Haplin's leering grin, until he was nude and quickly made his way onto the table. His head hung back over the edge, showing off his furred cream colored neck.

"Andrew get back on the table, lay on top of Horlund like you did before." Valquez ordered, still amazed at how everyone followed his commands so perfectly.

Andrew's positioning made the first part of his plan obvious- the rat's still hard cock was thrust inside the tiger's maw, although Andrew's height didn't quite make it to Horlund's own genitalia.

He looked at Haplin, watching the smirk on the bull's face grow as he learned what he was expected to do. "Haplin, get ready to fuck Andrew."

The bull swaggered quickly behind the rat, his enormous cock furrowing in between Andrew's cheeks and making the smaller rat give a squeal. Valquez only noted the shrill squeak, moving over again to the rat's clothing and getting Andrew's socks.

"We don't want you to get any diseases, right?" He leered in the rat's face. "You never know where a tiger's cock might have been. But we all know where your socks have been, and we've got no condoms here to use, so this will make do." He shoved Andrew's sock over Horlund's sheath, using his fist to try and make the tiger hard until he thought of a better way.

"Horlund," He said aloud as if he were talking to himself, "You want to fuck Andrew's mouth pretty hard. I know how you are, you want his throat bulging around your cock, and now's your opportunity." He watched with satisfaction, his own erection beginning to drool pre again, as the sock filled out and lifted as Horlund's cock grew and began to pulse.

"I'm sorry Andrew, I guess we just couldn't get you loose enough fast enough." He lamented, nodding to Haplin and then commanding; "Haplin, fuck him and make him do more than just squeal."

He watched Haplin's hips sink forward, Andrew's eyes widening as his ass surely was, and almost came as the rat was scooted forward a few inches. Haplin's thrust stopped at just around halfway through- a rude awakening for Andrew's purely virgin ass -and Haplin pulled back a few inches. Again Andrew was dragged along with it a ways, not as far as when the bull had shoved in but still enough to undo a good portion of the distance travelled on the entrance thrust.

Haplin thrusted in again, going three quarters into the rat and making the tiny creature squirm hard and whimper loudly. Andrew's cock was going deeper and deeper into Horlund's mouth as the rat was pushed further and further onto the tiger's stomach. Andrew looked in a bind, obviously wanting more of his cock please but not wanting to suck a cock covered in his own feet. The giant cock that kept ripping open his hole didn't help his thinking, making him pant and moan and whimper loudly as Haplin continued to force more of his might pole into the tiny rat.

"Make sure to keep your mouth open, Andrew." Valquez ordered, setting a chair on the side of the table and watching the show with interest. "I don't want Horlund to be disappointed, and neither does he." He made sure to word his orders so as not to change the rat's mind or preferences.

Andrew was dangerously close to Horlund's cock now, his mouth wide open and accepting for the half-soaked sock to enter. He was already grimacing at what it would taste like, the smell enough making him whine.

Finally with a slow thrust in Haplin went balls deep, making Andrew's cock go into Horlund's throat and the tiger's cock sink into the rat's mouth.

Haplin didn't wait for any adjustment, following his orders with both glee and force as he ripped his cock out of Andrew's ass and then slammed it back in. Andrew gave a muffled squeal, his face half a grimace and half a sick look as his mouth closed around Horlund's cock. It was obvious how the sock tasted when mixed with the tiger's pre and musk, and to make things worse Valquez's pep talk had made the tiger out of his mind for Andrew's sweet mouth. Horlund began thrusting and humping wildly as soon as his cock was enveloped by the wet heat of Andrew's mouth, using his free hands to hold the rat's head down and give better feeling for his thrusts.

Valquez imagined with a shiver how it must be for his little rat friend, spit roasted on both a behemoth of a cock and gagged by a cock covered with his own socks. Bulges appeared in Andrew's cheeks as Horlund humped indescriminantly into the rat's maw, scrubbing his friend's tongue with his juices mixed with the rat's foot stench.

Valquez bit his lip at the sight, his hand working overtime on his cock. He wouldn't last much longer, he knew, so he shakily stood up and moved in front of Andrew's face. His haste knocked both his chair and the other chair next to the desk over, the dragon not caring about papers splayed out or any mess made as he jammed his cock into Andrew's face and moaned loudly.

The moan turned into a roar as his cock began to spray seed all over his friend's face, covering the whimpering and squirming rat with his hot cum. His tail lashed around behind him, knocking the chair again and sending it tumbling into the wall. His cock felt like it was going to explode with the pressure of the cum trying to shoot out of it, making his legs tremble and his chest to shudder. More strands of his jism flew out over the rat's back as his aim went awry, landing as far as his ass and leaving long strips of sticky seed stuck in the other's fur.

Valquez's head was tilted back in his roar, but he quickly looked down again when he heard Haplin's bellow. His slaves took their master's pleasure as the signal to cum, all three of them having orgasm simultaniously and still thrusting into the other.

Horlund gagged loudly as Andrew's cock spewed cum, the weak little erection pulsing strongly in the tiger's throat and causing the school principle to gulp loudly several times around the rat's prick. Horlund came as well, his hands shoving down as hard as he could and forcing his sock-covered cock down the rat's throat.

Andrew gagged quietly, used to his gag reflex now after his endeavor with Haplin's cock. What he wasn't expecting, however, was the roughness of his own sock, scraping against his soft throat. He further wasn't expecting the sheer amount of cum that came spewing out of Horlund's cock, the force of the tiger's ejaculation causing much of his cum to shoot through the fibers of his sock. Andrew gagged as he was forced to swallow, taste, and feel Horlund's cock and cum. His eyes opened as he swallowed and coughed, closing tightly again with a whimper as a hard blast of Valquez's cum shot into his eyes.

More of Horlund's cum soaked directly into the sock, marinating Andrew's tongue as it mixed with the earthy foul taste of rat's feet. The rest dribbled out of the full sock, running down the tiger's cock and into his pubic fur.

The biggest orgasm, however, was by far Haplin's. The bull thrust hard and fast into Andrew's hole and slammed the rat forward roughly, helping the small rodent to take an extra inch or two of Horlund's cock as the tiger cummed. With Haplin's bellow overtopping almost even Valquez's roar, his cock pulsed hard enough to almost lift Andrew off of the principle's chest. It spewed cum out like a hose, the flow never truly stopping from one burst to the next. Andrew could feel the heavy weight grow in his belly, the pressure building up until something inside of him gurgled and more cum gushed deeper into his system.

Even as the rest were finishing their orgasms Haplin was still panted hard, dripping sweat onto Andrew's body and gripping the rat's ass cheeks hard enough to have seperate hand-fulls. Slowly his orgasm faded away, leaving him twitching and lightly humping into Andrew's body as the afterglow set in.

Valquez took two unsteady steps back, licking his lips to wet them. 'That was intense.....' He thought to himself, moving to a chair and collapsing into it. He tumbled off of it drunkenly, having forgotten it was tipped over, and simply moved to sit on the floor. His hands shook, and he could swear the whole building seemed way too warm to be true.

He looked over the scene before him, of the pile of bodies lying on the desk. Haplin, his muscles still bulging and rippling, was laying on top of Andrew, who was trying to dislodge the cummy sock and cock lodged in his throat. The worst off, though, was Horlund, who was trapped under the weight of both of them, with Haplin's strong hips keeping Andrew's cock embedded in his throat. Dribbles of cum ran down his muzzle, from times when Andrew's output exceeded how much he could take at once.

Valquez let out an easy chuckle and stood up shakily, ordering them off of each other.

The room had been turned into a mess, papers on the desk thrown around the room, soaked with various bodily juices and torn by the passion of the group's love making. It would take a while to clean up. He looked over each of his new slaves, looking for any harm, and noticed Andrew's eyes was squinting shut.

Andrew was almost whimpering from the sting- cum truly did not feel good in his eyes. He stood there, shivering in the cold, and waited for whatever would happen next.

Suddenly a warm towel was wiped across his face, going directly across his eyes and wiping the excess semen away. It took more than one try to get his eyes cleared, but he was glad it was done.

He opened his eyes and blinked the blurriness from them, gasping in shock as he saw Valquez's face taking up most of his vision. The dragon's tongue was finishing licking his lips, Valquez had licked the cum off of him!

Andrew opened his mouth, his heart going fluttering with the thought that Valquez had accepted him, and began talking. His blush came back with a vengeance as his words suddenly turned into loud moans and incomprehensible whines and whimpers.

Valquez fell backwards on the floor, laughing and holding his sides at the romantic moment lost. "Hahahahaha-HeHahahHahHaHa, You- haHaheh -you can talk....now Andrew..." He got back up, giggling madly, and stood in front of Andrew with a large smile.

"What, heh, what did you think?"

Andrew smiled, giggling at his own mistake, and gulped loudly. "It was awesome! I couldn't believe what you had planned, Master!" His eyes went wide, his mouth snapping shut, as he realized he had just called the dragon his master. Without being forced.

Valquez's smile grew, almost seeming to split his face. "Mmm, do you like calling me master?" Andrew blushed deeper, but nodded.

"You know, I think I'd like being your master. Just in case I can't get Haplin to do something I want-" He ignored a snort from the bull. "-which shouldn't be often!....but I guess even he will need a cocksleeve every now and again." Haplin suddenly grinned again. "And besides, he can be a good tutor for when you start working out."

He noticed Andrew's curious look and smiled. "Because you have started an exercise regiment, right now. If you're gonna be my pet, you're gonna look like the second coming of Hercules." Andrew's smile looked much better when the rat looked him in the eyes, he realized.

"Alright. Horlund, clean off Haplin and then clean yourself. That's what felines do, right? Of course I'm right, don't answer." Andrew giggled at Valquez's orders. "Then clean off Andrew. Haplin, when you're clean go get panda-face and start cleaning the place up, you know how it should look. Horlund," He still almost said 'mr.' at the beginning of the principles name from habit, "When you finish with Andrew get dressed and go back out. Do your job and don't tell anyone what happened in here under any circumstance. Unless I tell you to, of course."

Andrew tried to move, but his body wouldn't let him. "What about me?"

Valquez had already turned around, picking up a chair and righting it on the floor. He collapsed into it and splayed his legs, showing his half-hard cock drooling cum. "You get to clean me." He said with a grin, leaning his head back with a sigh and closing his eyes. "Get to it."

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Andrew got home and immediately ran up to his room, departing with his shoes and taking off his socks. After everything had been cleaned, Valquez had ordered Nata to jerk off into Andrew's other sock, and then forced the rat to wear them until he got home. The squishing in between his toes had been a constant humiliation as he walked, hoping that no one would ask why his socks and feet were wet and smelled so bad.

He had left before Valquez, as a safety precaution, but he knew that the other would definitely be seeing him more often.

His bedsheets went raudy when he layed back on them with a sigh. Next semester he could take any classes he wanted to- he had taken care of all the needed classes in his previous four years. He smiled as he remembered his talk with the counselor; gym, weightlifting, art, and drama. Gym and weightlifting with the coach Haplin, of course, and art and drama because his new master had thought that he would be wearing tights. Despite how much he tried to tell Valquez that drama wasn't like that, the dragon wouldn't be persuaded otherwise.

Valquez got to his house later. Not his parent's house, that would be much too restrictive for what he had planned; a simple call saying he was spending the night with a friend allowed him to make off with Haplin. His dream coach. His dream.

The whole ride home had been spent with his hands all over Haplin's stomach, abs and muscles. When no one else was on the road with them, they were inside the bull's underwear, under his pants.

The day was spent going through his new slave's house, his house, and throwing away most of the underwear and socks. The deoderant he took for himself- he loved both Haplin's musk and clean scent, but anything else that might help to alleviate the bull of his scent was gone by the end of the day. Three pairs of underwear, to be changed and washed only after being worn for three weeks. Two pairs of socks, worn for the same period of time. Before cleaning each old pair of socks or underwear, Haplin was to connect with Valquez and find some sort of assignment to do that the dragon would like.

He smiled as he fell asleep, the coach's giant arms forming a protective wall around him. Whenever he liked, he could make his group of slaves and pets do whatever he wanted. He expected the group to grow.

He intended to abuse that privelige.